Saturday, September 17, 2011

Home sweet home

 49 days
6 countries
1 tent
17 hosts
8 old friends met
? new friends made


Normally coming back home isn't so sweet.

Don't get me wrong - I love my home and my family but coming back usually means leaving an interesting place, saying goodbye to great people and 'see you later' to adventure.

However, this time by the end of the trip I felt homesick. On Thursday I was already thinking how good it'll be to be home already. Just sit in my room and stare at its walls (and yes, I definitely need to change the wallpaper!), not do anything, not talk to anyone, not go anywhere. Just sit there and breath in  home.

And then get my shit back together and get doing things.

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A welcome back raspberry peach cake. 
Moms are the best.

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